Fallen out

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Danny Phantom! If did I would be making a show of this, not posting it.

Sam sat near the lake in the park. She had her head against her knees as she thought about Danny.

Danny, her best friend since third grade…

Danny, the guy who cheered her up, put a smile on her face…

Danny, the boy who had saved her butt countless times, not that she hadn't done the same for him…..

Danny, her boyfrie-

How did that get in there! She thought. Then she sighed and decided to face facts. She had a huge, HUGE crush on her best friend. But that was the problem. Her BEST FRIEND. She didn't want to lose him as a best friend. If he turned her down or dumped her then their friendship would crumble.

Uggghhhh, she thought as she stood up. Why me?

"I wish…", she started. But she stopped. Hmm.., she thought. What would be a smart, specific wish? Not that Desiree was around, but still it usually paid off to think about these things.

I've got it!

"I wish ..", she said, thinking of the proper wording. "I wish that I would forget about my love for Danny until he admits to himself or me that he feels the same way about me."

Ironically enough Desiree was floating right above the heart-sore teen. Desiree grumbled. She hated it when people thought out their wishes. This was one wish she had to grant, yet couldn't change.

"So you wish it, so it shall be.", said Desiree.

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On the walk to school the next day Danny and Tucker began to notice Sam's strange behavior. For one, she was smiling. She looked carefree and didn't blush as she normally did when Danny called her beautiful.

"Why, thank you Danny.", was all she said. "C'mon, let's get to school. I'll race ya." She started off sprinting with her shoulder bag bouncing against her hip.

Danny and Tucker exchanged a bewildered look. Why the heck is she acting like this? Danny wondered.

"Hurry up, slow poke! My grandmother runs faster than you!" Sam calledover her shoulder energetically.

"Oh, it's on!" Danny said. He started chasing after the Goth girl.

Tucker raised his eyebrows. Maybe this was Sam's idea of getting Danny to admit his feelings for her? He smiledand started walking. Well, if it is, he thought, it seems to be working.

About two blocks from school Danny caught up with Sam.

"Not getting tired, are you, Manson?"

"As if, Fenton!"

Suddenly Danny went ghost. He picked Sam up and flew to her locker. They collapsed to the ground, out of breath and laughing.

"No fair," said Sam, gasping for breath, "you cheated!"

"Did not!" he said.

They both stopped laughing and then looked at each other. Usually they would have blushed and looked away but today they just laughed.

"So what are the two lovebirds laughing about today?", said Mr. Lancer, who was walking down the hall.

"WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!", Danny shouted, per normal.

Sam just laughed. "Good one, Mr. Lancer." She said, starting to stand up.

Mr. Lancer looked surprised. "Well Ms. Manson, not on the extreme defense today, I see. I'll see you in class"

Danny turned to her, his face bright red. "Why did you laugh at that? Now he's going to make remarks like that all the time." said Danny.

Sam started rooting through her locker for her English books. "I don't know why you care Danny. We're best friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend. The more defensive we are the more we make them think that they are right." She closed her locker door. "And anyway, it's not like we'll ever be boyfriend and girlfriend." And with that she headed off to class.

Danny thought to himself as he watched her leave. Why do I care? It's not like I have a crush on Sam. She's been my best friend forever.

Then he thought about her last remark, "…it's not like we'll ever be boyfriend and girlfriend." For some reason, that hurt. But why? He thought.

But then the bell rang. He shook his head and he ran off so as not to be late for class.